Kreacher The House Elf Quotes

Who's Kreacher?" "The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him." "He is not a nutter," said Hermione. "His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?

Stand up straight,” said Sirius impatiently. “Now, what are you up to?” “Kreacher is cleaning,” the elf repeated. “Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black —” “— and it’s getting blacker every day, it’s filthy,” said Sirius.

Don’t kid yourself, Hermione, he knows exactly what he’s saying,” said Fred, eyeing Kreacher with great dislike. Kreacher was still muttering, his eyes on Harry. “Is it true? Is it Harry Potter? Kreacher can see the scar, it must be true, that’s that boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher wonders how he did it —” “Don’t we all, Kreacher?” said Fred. “What do you want anyway?” George asked. Kreacher’s huge eyes darted onto George. “Kreacher is cleaning,” he said evasively. “A likely story,” said a voice behind Harry. Sirius had come back; he was glowering at the elf from the doorway. The noise in the hall had abated; perhaps Mrs. Weasley and Mundungus had moved their argument down into the kitchen. At the sight of Sirius, Kreacher flung himself into a ridiculously low bow that flattened his snoutlike nose on the floor. “Stand up straight,” said Sirius impatiently. “Now, what are you up to?” “Kreacher is cleaning,” the elf repeated. “Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black —

oddly triumphant glances at Harry. “What has he come for, Kreacher wonders?” “Where’s Sirius, Kreacher?” Harry demanded. The house-elf gave a wheezy chuckle. “Master has gone out, Harry Potter.” “Where’s he gone? Where’s he gone, Kreacher?” Kreacher merely cackled. “I’m warning you!” said Harry, fully aware that his scope for inflicting punishment upon Kreacher was almost nonexistent in this position. “What about Lupin? Mad-Eye? Any of them, are any of them here?” “Nobody here but Kreacher!” said the elf gleefully, and turning away from Harry he began to walk slowly toward the door at the end of the kitchen. “Kreacher thinks he will have a little chat with his Mistress now, yes, he hasn’t had a chance in a long time, Kreacher’s Master has been keeping him away from her —” “Where has Sirius gone?” Harry yelled after the elf. “Kreacher, has he gone to the Department of Mysteries?” Kreacher stopped in his tracks. Harry could just make out the back of his bald head through the forest of chair legs before him. “Master does not tell poor Kreacher where he is going,” said the elf quietly.

Who’s Kreacher?” he asked. “The house-elf who lives here,” said Ron. “Nutter. Never met one like him.” Hermione frowned at Ron. “He’s not a nutter, Ron —” “His life’s ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque just like his mother,” said Ron irritably. “Is that normal, Hermione?